Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Scion,
Franke,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.